Fully fertile
I am really tired of drifting about in useless circles. I am going to the doctor and dentist tomorrow.
Thursday We will be turning the tables on the pope and the legitimate right hand card come
blowing way over the Rainbow and cum clean with All of Us tonight and feel the sweet breeze
caressing through Our co joined hair.
Feel thy Royal Lips harden my right nipple, and sloe move to my belly button due south and feel my
strong life wandering where the sun do not shine and the bull frogs in Spring laden with rfich Green and Black motor holes in the thick of things. Spurt pon thy Rosey lips.
Cream thy sweetened toes.
And suck thy Royal tongue and thy intervals supreme.
Taste thy Mona Lisa fancy's both kiss and make up and feel it slide long right on
Inn. Feel thee full and wide ache bless Our fontan high in the hills of
Zion and Matilda tasty and on fire.
Give IT to Us live.
Give IT to Us squishy, and languish pound on hard till the dressing comes
undone.
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